A Jybe well jerked, tick Rome-confeck,[184]
For back by Glimmer to maund,[185]
To mill each ken,[186] let Cove bing then,[187]
Thro’ Ruffmans, Jague or Laund[188].
Till Cramprings quire, tip Cove his Hire,[189]
And Quire-ken[190] do them catch;
Old Ruffler Mill[191] the Quire-cuffin,[192]
So quire to bien Cove’s watch.
Booze, Mort, and Ken, been Darkman’s then.[193]
The poor Cove’s bing’d awast;